The Art Has Left the Building

Below is the poem entitled The Art Has Left the Building which was written by poet
Martin
Graham. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

The Art Has Left the Building

Binge
fringe
benefits
At the edge of the world you’ll lose hope
At the edge of a needle you’ll regain consciousness
Supposedly
it’s a gash
a wider know it all grasping at straws that stick to his skin like follicles of dead hair
The art is lost
the lost becomes transient before it even knew it was gone
There he is again
pumping veins and proud
said aloud
We are the most beautifully mistaken creatures allowed to hold pens
Not everyone believes
that anyone achieves
happiness through sadness
vice versa and this and that
Sadness through experience
and life through damages
No one gets happy any other way
until they jump another day